Meaningless of life
I used to explain often that there is no meaning of life. It's meaningless itself and the meanings are all up to us; we create the meaning/meanings of our life/our lives. We choose them.
So, I'm happy to see a very good illustration of my understanding, which I'm sharing here now:
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("Life And Donuts" by Pablo Stanley.)